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dear bikers, im sorry that man is your friend. let me be honest it takes a man to be a man, your buddy is not responsible. i look at him and wish his parents would kick him out already
im sorry that you have to stream everyday and stand behind this bumass
streaming is hard, i know the challenge is always gon beat us home
sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us til we’re grown
bike youre a good kid that needs good friends
let me join your hedgefund since your buddy dont stream for sh_t

nevеr let a man fart on your bed, son eithеr you sp_wn in lumbridge right there or dh axe that man in the head, son
never fall in the 1.05x business, thats a bad religion
please remember, you can always be a p_ssy even if you get no p_ssy
never go and b_tch whether you right or wrong, you a nepali man
even if it dont benefit your goals do some pushups get some discipline
dont cut corners like your boy did get them 35 hours in
dont pay to play with then dmers get a gym membership

understand no suckin c_cks or throwing rocks thats law
dont be ashamed bout who you with thats how he treats lance
dont have any gold to hide a real world trade again
be proud of who you are your strength comes from within you’re not a fatass like him. lotta superstars thats real but your buddy ain’t one of them
and you ain’t nothing like him youll carry yourself as a king, can’t understand me right now? just play this when you’re 38

dear lance, your buddy has some bad habits, i hope you dont undermine them
especially with all the streamers thats hurt inside this climate, you a streamer so you know how it feels to be living like a dreamer its kinda f_cked up your friend treats you like a stanley steamer

dear d3, you became friends with a manipulator, even using you to prove who he is, is a huge favor i think your should ask for more paper and more paper and more, uh, more paper
im blaming you for all his gambling addictions psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim, you befriended a horrible f_cking person, the nerve of you d3
lance sit down what im about to say is heavy, now listen

mm _ your friends a sick f_ck with sick thoughts i think dumb f_cks like him should die him and defyj should get f_cked up in a cell for the rest they life
he hates black women hypers_xualizes them with kinks of a nympho fetish
grew facial hair because he understood being a beard just fit him better

he got s_x offenders on his mod team that he keep on a monthly allowance
a child should never be compromised and he keepin’ his child around them
and we gotta raise our daughters knowin’ there’s predators like him lurkin’
f_ck a rap battle, he should die so all of these streamers can live with a purpose

i been in this industry 12 hours ima tell yall one little secret
it’s some weird sh_t goin’ on and some of these streamers be here to police it
they be streamlinin’ victims all inside of they home and callin’ ’em tender
then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas

to any chatter that be watchin his streams, know that you’re playin’ your sister
or better, you’re sellin’ your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones
young jalepeno said, “get you the truth, ” so i’ma get mines
the embassy ’bout to get raided, too, it’s only a matter of time
ayy, boaty, keep the family away, hey, odablock, keep the family away
to anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away
they lookin’ at you too if you standin’ by him, keep the family away
i’m lookin’ to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe
dear, kaylee
i’m sorry that your streamer not active inside your world
he don’t commit to much but his deathmatches yeah, that’s for sure
he a narcissist, misogynist, livin’ inside his dms
try destroy families rather than takin’ care of his own
should be teachin’ you timetables or watchin’ frozen with you
or at your eleventh birthday singin’ poems with you
instead, he be in turks payin’ for s_x and poppin’ percs, examples that you don’t deserve

i wanna tell you that you’re loved, you’re brave, you’re kind
you got a gift to change the world, and could change your father’s mind
’cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion
money’s always been illusion, but that’s the life he’s used to
his father prolly didn’t claim him neither
history do repeats itself, sometimes it don’t need a reason
but i would like to say it’s not your fault that he’s hidin’ another child
give him grace, this the reason i made mr. morale

so our babies like you can cope later
give you some confidence to go through somethin’, it’s hope later
i never wanna hear you chase a man ’cause his failed behavior
sittin’ in the club with sugar daddies for validation
you need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain
i’ll tell you who your streamer is, just play this song when it rains
yes, he’s a hitmaker, videomaker, superstar, right
and a f_ckin’ deadbeat that should never say “more life”
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dear, hunter
i know you probably thinkin’ i wanted to crash your party
but truthfully, i don’t have a hatin’ bone in my body
this supposed to be a good exhibition within the game
but you f_cked up the moment you rerolled my harmonised orb
why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?
guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn’t reach you
and i like to understand ’cause your house was never a home but you showin’ up as a seven_year_old
you got gamblin’ problems, drinkin’ problems, pill_poppin’ and spendin’ problems
bad with money, wh0rehouse
solicitin’ women problems, therapy’s a lovely start
but i suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom

i try to empathize with you ’cause i know that you ain’t been through nothin’
crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it’s puzzlin’
no dominance, let’s recap moments when you didn’t fit in
no secret handshakes with your friend
no cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin’ your chatter
identity’s on the fence, don’t know which family will love ya
the skin that you livin’ in is compromised in personas
can’t channel your masculine even when standin’ next to a ironman

you a body shamer, you gon’ hide them baby mamas, ain’t ya?
you embarrassed of ’em, that’s not right, that ain’t how mama raised us
take that mask off, i wanna see what’s under them achievements
why believe you? you never gave us nothin’ to believe in
’cause you lied about your youtube views, you lied about your friends channel
you lied about your hours and your past tense, all is perjury

you lied about your max bench you lied about your waiter
they all p_ssy, you lied on ’em, i know they all got you in ’em
you lied about your hours, you lied about your schedule huh
you lied about them other chatters that’s out there hopin’ that you come
you lied about the only chatter that can offer you some help
f_ck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

- wilde jagd

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